Heartspeak
Posted on: 13/8/2021
May time speak of anything
But how it dampens the sparks
May absence bring anything
But the pains and aches of heart
For all that I can say
As time and mind decay
The bonds one forge in the name of hope
Are the seeds that will grow on sides of the slope
Downhill the trees of mind would cast their shadows
And with time, dead leaves would cover the meadow
The meadow of the mind
The valley of the heart
Covered in leaves, long dead
From a time that one long dread
Far and wide spread the wings of the treacherous
As hearts are made of paper
Not gold, alas, and love
Is not as perennial as we hope
For they wither, and wilt, and die
And as our hopes take to the sky
The peregrine would fly and catch
And devour on our hearts
Alas, ‘tis the evanescence of heartspeak!